I get up for school and put on the clothes I layed out the night before: A pair of black skinny jeans, a simple cream v-neck T, and a casual grey blazer, hoping it would be apropriate enough for work and not too over the top for school. I keep my makeup simple and clean: conceal the darkness under my tired eyes and cover the rest with a light dusting of powder foundation, add some pink to my cheeks, and lids, to make me look less dead, line my upper lashes with a little eye liner ( black today), curl my lashes, and a pinch of mascara. Okay so maybe it's not that simple. Did I forget to mention chapstick?

My mid-neck length hair is a pain to deal with so I run a brush through it and tousle it with my fingers a bit. The kinky waves that are always there, unless I take the time to straighten it, makes my hair look a little messy, but it's good enough.

I sigh at my refection. Maybe I should dye my hair. The dark brown, almost black, against my pale skin seems a bit odd to me. My light grey eyes make things even more awkward. I'mcreepy. Or "exotic" some school phtographer once said. I think that was code for unique, which is code for wierd. And now this scar...

I make myself egg in a hole for breakfast. Egg in a hole, egg in a basket whatever you want to call it. And pack a boring, but delicious peanut butter and honey sandwich for lunch because I can't think of anything else. I make sure three times before I leave that I have all my ID, SIN card, money, pens, pencils, a note book- the works- and begin the short fifteen minute walk to school.

The school is simple and fairly easy to navigate. It only took me a couple of minutes to find the principal's office. The principal was nice enough for a plump elderly woman. Welcoming at least. She instructed me to seek out the student body president in the student council room to complete my registration.

I knock on the door three times before I enter finding a clean professional guy about my age. He looks up from his work smiling warmly.

"Hi there, I'm looking for the student body president. I think his name was 'n' something... Nat...Nath-"

He chuckles shortly. "Nathaniel." He clarifies for me with a very impressive grin. Most girls would probably swoon at the sight. Most girls. Not me.

"Nathaniel! That's it! Do you know where I could find him?" I ask politely.

His eyes seem to twinkle a bit, "You're lookin' him." He motions to himself causing me to blush. Such an idiot sometimes. "You must be the new student this year, what can I do for you?"

Stop being so damn charming? "The principal said you could help me sort out my enrollment-If you're not too busy of course." I add quickly. "You look like you have things to do. So I can come back some other time today. If you'd prefer. I don't mind." Why am I rambling? You sound morronic. I start backing away "I'll just go."

"Oh, no. Really. Now is just fine. It should only take a minute." He encouragous me with a wave of his hand and irritatingly charming smile.

I step back into the room and stand next to where he's looking through some papers. He seems focused so I stay silent.

I start to fidget, worrying that something is wrong. I rub my knuckle over the scar on my cheek repeatedly, a nervous habbit I picked up when the cut finally healed. Nathaniel glances up and notices it. I stop playing with it and look away. Please don't ask. Please don't ask. Please-

"Well... it looks like a few things are missing." He stands up with some papers and walks over to me. "let's see... You need a photo ID and $25 for enrollment." He glances at me a few times as he's pointing out where these things are indicated on the form. I see him eyeing my scar and I feel my cheeks heat. I avoid eyecontact not wanting to encourage his curiosity.

Please don't ask.

"Most importantly, you forgot to hand in one of the forms with your parents signature. You need that too." I stiffen when he mentions my parents.

My eyes sting and I clear my thoat. "Are you sure? Not to question your ability, but I know I handed in all the forms. I was very careful about that." He looks at me funny. "Sorry." I add quickly, looking away again. I didn't mean to be insulting.

He stoops his head to look at me. "No need to be sorry." He says as he puts his hand on my shoulder. I flinch. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." I notice he's blushing when I look up at him. He's not them. "I'll check to make sure it didn't get put in another file, just in case. Okay?" He smiles at me again. My heart flutters. I'm scared. He's gorgeous. I'm scared. He's sweet. I'm scared.

I feel a cold sweat starting and my hands are clamy. I don't feel well. "Okay. Thanks. I'll, uh, get back to you later. Thanks. 'Good day!" I say as I rush from the room trying to look like I'm not freaking out.

I hear him call after me saying it was nice to meet me, but I don't stop walking until I get to the washroom. I sigh against a bathroom wall letting my head drop back. What is wrong with me? I take a deep breath. I can't do this. I breathe deeply for a little while longer. I can't do that. I'm fine. I'll be fine. It won't happen again. I shove myself off the wall and check myself in the mirror. I look like death. I fan myself and shake off my anxiety. You're being dumb.